Last Friday I went down to Machpelah Mill early, took down my 3 big drawings and rolled them up.
It took over 2 tense hours as I was working on my own and had to think through every move to avoid doing anything to damage the paper. The evening before I'd given them all a huge final spraying of fixative and the room still stank of chemicals.
It felt weird rolling up the drawings and making them disappear, they've been such a presence in the room over the past 5 weeks and it hardly seemed credible all that work could be reduced to this insignificant looking parcel with its lop sided masking tape carrying handles.
It took over 2 tense hours as I was working on my own and had to think through every move to avoid doing anything to damage the paper. The evening before I'd given them all a huge final spraying of fixative and the room still stank of chemicals.
It felt weird rolling up the drawings and making them disappear, they've been such a presence in the room over the past 5 weeks and it hardly seemed credible all that work could be reduced to this insignificant looking parcel with its lop sided masking tape carrying handles.
My friend and colleague Chris Herbert gave me a lift to Cliffe Castle in her camper van. The drawing roll travelled in style - luxuriating on the fully extended bed and arriving at the gallery in perfect condition.
The installation date had been put back until today, so this morning it was the Keighley bus for me, the 500 which goes up over Oxenhope Moor and via Haworth. The moor looked delightful in the early morning sun and it was good to reacquaint myself with the uplands after weeks of grafting indoors.
At Cliffe Castle not everything went to plan and although the big drawings are now up there's still a lot to do in a very short time. I've got to go back on Thursday to review things.
No comments:
Post a Comment